Well, God is in heaven
And we all want what's his
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
I'd comment, but there's nothing I can say that would add anything to this. In fact whatever I'd say would only take away from it, even this.
Well, God is in heaven And we all want what's his But power and greed and corruptible seed Seem to be all that there is I'm gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell
I'd comment, but there's nothing I can say that would add anything to this. In fact whatever I'd say would only take away from it, even this.